He froze when he caught sight of her, unable to formulate thought, let alone words. She was there and he was here and suddenly he wondered why. He had nothing to offer her. He couldn't take her with him--the Doctor would never allow it. That she'd seemed...it was no matter, really. Nothing was as it seemed and everything was simply pretense.
But he'd felt it. That connection to something. Someone. He hadn't felt it in so very long.
He took a step in her direction, the cane seeming too loud on the parquet floor, echoing through the stillness and heating his cheeks with shame that he needed it.
"Madame..." His voice was quieter, uncertain, and he suddenly felt much younger than his 218 years (209 if you didn't count those years).
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Date: 2006-10-08 03:49 am (UTC)But he'd felt it. That connection to something. Someone. He hadn't felt it in so very long.
He took a step in her direction, the cane seeming too loud on the parquet floor, echoing through the stillness and heating his cheeks with shame that he needed it.
"Madame..." His voice was quieter, uncertain, and he suddenly felt much younger than his 218 years (209 if you didn't count those years).